XMAS DAY
“Merrie Xmas!” Hear the cryFrom every house beneath the sky;And every child is up so soonThat he can see the silver moon,Who’s had not time to tell the sunThat Xmas Day has just begun.
“Merrie Xmas!” Hear the cryFrom every house beneath the sky;And every child is up so soonThat he can see the silver moon,Who’s had not time to tell the sunThat Xmas Day has just begun.
“Merrie Xmas!” Hear the cryFrom every house beneath the sky;And every child is up so soonThat he can see the silver moon,Who’s had not time to tell the sunThat Xmas Day has just begun.
“Merrie Xmas!” Hear the cry
From every house beneath the sky;
And every child is up so soon
That he can see the silver moon,
Who’s had not time to tell the sun
That Xmas Day has just begun.
Well, the Old Grandfather Clock in the hall had just struck thirteen o’clock when Little Jack Rabbit woke up, and before he even jumped out of bed he called out, “Merrie Xmas, Mother.” And then, of course, Lady Love woke up, and the alarm clock couldn’t make up its mind whether it would say anything or not. But after a little while it began to sing:
“Awake, awake; it’s Xmas morn,Don’t linger in your bed;I see a pair of roller skates,A dandy coasting sled;A stocking full as full can be,And a lovely little Xmas tree.”
“Awake, awake; it’s Xmas morn,Don’t linger in your bed;I see a pair of roller skates,A dandy coasting sled;A stocking full as full can be,And a lovely little Xmas tree.”
“Awake, awake; it’s Xmas morn,Don’t linger in your bed;I see a pair of roller skates,A dandy coasting sled;A stocking full as full can be,And a lovely little Xmas tree.”
“Awake, awake; it’s Xmas morn,
Don’t linger in your bed;
I see a pair of roller skates,
A dandy coasting sled;
A stocking full as full can be,
And a lovely little Xmas tree.”
And then the little Black Cricket came out of her crack in the warm hearth and looked in her stocking, for she believed in Santa Claus just the same as she always did when she was a little young cricket and played hop, skip and jump in the Sunny Meadow grass.
“Hurrah! Hurrah! I’ve got everything I asked for!” shouted Little Jack Rabbit. So you see, dear, kind Uncle John Hare must have spent all his money at the Three-in-one-cent Store!
Well, by and by, after a while, they heard sleigh bells outside in the Old BramblePatch, and pretty soon Uncle John Hare jumped out of his Bunnymobile and came into the house to give Lady Love a lovely gold vanity bag and a pair of lorgnettes, a kind of lollypop eyeglass, you know.
And, oh, yes, oh, yes! I forgot to say he gave the little Black Cricket a new fur piece and the Canary Bird a bushel of bird seed. And after that every one was happy as could be. And just as they were all sitting down to their Xmas dinner a knock came at the kitchen door.
“Come in if you’re not Mr. Wicked Wolf,” said Uncle John Hare, and who do you suppose walked in? Why, the Yellow Dog Tramp, with a large package in his front paws.
“Merrie Xmas to you all,And many of them, too.I’d love to stay awhileAnd have a feast with you.”
“Merrie Xmas to you all,And many of them, too.I’d love to stay awhileAnd have a feast with you.”
“Merrie Xmas to you all,And many of them, too.I’d love to stay awhileAnd have a feast with you.”
“Merrie Xmas to you all,
And many of them, too.
I’d love to stay awhile
And have a feast with you.”
“Sit right down and make yourself at home, and a Merrie Xmas to you, Mr. Yellow Dog Tramp,” said the little rabbits.
“But you mustn’t bark,” added Lady Love, the little rabbit’s mother, “the fairies might come and carry away the Xmas tree.”